GOODBYE
33. on another page
Summarize the story, eight years have Akas served in Konjangan. During that time, his sons added two more, Ali Yusuf and Farid Firdaus. Means, three lanang all. Four, if counted by his father. So, Asih remains the prettiest among the five of them, there is no rival.
Eight years in Kadangan, can be said to search for the teacher in one of Magelang's kiai areas, nothing without results. Of these, no one teaches the nature of religion. Only Kyai Misbah and Kyai Sahlan were grazed, but had not yet hit. Akas considers him both his teachers in Konjangan, although not the teacher as mandated Mbah Bagyo. Kyai Misbah and Kyai Sahlan teach “shariat high”, but have not yet broken through the veil of reality. Because, with the greatness of each soul, they claim to still have forgotten God even though not much. Said Mbah Bagyo, a person who understands the true nature of religion, then his memory to Allah is lasting. You must not forget for a moment.
On another page, in the span of the past half-year, the bank where Akas worked was being hit by the shaking. There is news that there will be a reduction of employees in all branch offices throughout Indonesia. The cool language, massive PHK. Suddenly, mass anxiety of bank employees spread throughout the country. However, no one can do much because this is the policy of the board of directors. At that time, it was not as beautiful as it is now demonstrating. Go ahead, but must be completely ready to be put on the apparatus without further ado.
“Like that...,” Akas explained this situation to his wife.
Asih nodded, pondered for a moment, then smiled looking at her husband. “Ya already, how do you want again?” sally, tranquilized.
Akas sighed. “But, not sure yet, Cf. Still hazy news,” timpalnya, strengthen the calm.
They are also alike. Mesem that wry taste....
Then, about two months later, the news came true. The process was really implemented. One by one Akas co-workers fell, some Branch office officials were also cut by the sword of central policy, which he said was to reduce overhead costs. I don't know if I lied about this reason. Why is it that abuse is always sacrificed? The millionaires there, aren't they more savagely eating overhead? One person's salary, enough to pay twenty hard workers in Akas's class in the countryside. Smarter? Ah, not necessarily. Many people do not know how to remember God.
And, today Akas is called the superior. Once seated directly presented with a sealed envelope with a central office hood. “Don't ask me, Mr. Kas. I don't know either,” said the boss, without a smile.
Akas nodded resignedly, “Iya, Sir. I understand,”
The boss nodded, “Directly finish his administration today at the branch office. Than later there is a policy of sorts again.”
“Good, Sir.”
After that, Akas went directly to the branch office to take care of the administration related to his PHK. severance pay, certificate of paklaring, and others. Finished today, afternoon. When he returned to Kyangan, it felt like he was floating a kite again....
Thank God, Asih is strong. Sad of course, shed tears too, not to roar for example. There is, instead, her story is trying to calm the husband. “Propay yes, Mas. We used to go through something more bitter than this. Now also definitely can,” he said, while smiling puffy.
I reply with a smile, dear.
Silent moment....
“How next, Mas?” ask Asih, break it quiet. “We stay here, what's back to Magelang?”
“I thought, back to Magelang. If you say, how?”
“Good wife, massage with her husband.”
Akas smiled again at the model Aisyah Ra's answer. Also bright. Been smiling. Then, the night got late. And his laughter. Then, another matter, tomorrow only....
* * *
Finally, the family of “pandawa five” was back to the city of Magelang...
“Already, stay here only,” Kyai Sanusi offer to them to stay at his house as it used to be.
But, Asih refused. “No ah, not good. We contract the house, Mas,” he told Akas.
“Why?”
“Nbad. Shame...”
I smiled, of course I understood. Who likes to live with their in-laws? But they have to be realistic. Use reason, as Kang Arkam once said. Can be used because it is a technical matter. Not about love....
“Asih, don't tell me I don't understand how you feel. But our money is just that. A two-year home contract can be used, but what about other more urgent needs? Home is important, but is there an offer from you? Shame, shame, bad, not good, just what about the cost of children? His school? And others?”
Silently bowed.
“Where, Honey?” ask Akas again.
“But, I'm shy, Mas.”
“What's the same shame? It is not us who ask, Mr who offers.”
“Then same people...”.
Akas. “Then are people the same? Shame should be the same with God. Cook shy to creatures, but there is no shame to God? Um, who wills?”
Asih kept looking down.
“If it is diakalin, I am also ashamed of the same people. But, do not then all-be pursued using reason, will be full of delusion. At the end, it's really bashful. Already, we accept what it is. It was that, that way. Don't be too high in wishful thinking. How's it? Select a home contract what school children”
Asih raised her face, looking fixed at her husband.
Nyerengeh. Models as nagging cucune hawk who used to frequent “regret” Mas Tomo it.
“Where?” the eagle cacune sent a wink, let the mantep add.
Asih also smiled another tone, the two clear eyeballs were a bit choppy. Serengehan Akas....
“Conclusion?” shoot the eagle.
Asih. Another smile continued to be plugged in.
“Well, that's dong. Said Aisyah, the good wife is obedient to her husband, right?” I'm marking it again.
“Come...”.
“What?”
“She said she wanted a girl?”
Asih laughs. “No ah, males.”
“Why?”
“Exit, the champion is bokek.”
I laughed, too, and so on....
You see, Asih once said, he wanted to have a rival. Hopefully next will be women.
* * *
Back concerned. Six months of job hunting, zero catch. It looks like a lot of work, but nothing is translucent. Backup certificate of work experience output of a reputable bank is not nglukan. Feelings, like just laugh at a letter that he thought was great. Like this may be the tiny scale that is meant by la haula wala quwwata illa billah...
The PHK fund lives as thin as paper. Yes, where the original was not much, then eaten six months continuously without a balance. Yes dry, shrunk like a jenglot who is reportedly still alive. I don't know, Akas doesn't understand the world of conflict. The knowledge, death and life is a matter of God's Gusti. So, he continued forward. Pray and hunt for a living.
Time passed again. Now, the coffers of Asih are genuine dying. Totally trifling, not enough even for the next two three days. Akas whimpered in his heart, chanting his asthma. “Please us...”.
The tomorrow....
“Well, here comes the man,” said Arkam, when he met his cousin's sister's husband who was sitting pensively in the outer court of the Great Mosque.
Akas wryly grimaced. “What, Kang?”
“Wah, his eve is like a complaint of hell, hehehe.
“What's the matter, Kang?” he asked again, so that it would be quickly sorted out. You see, not in a hellish mood....
“Ampun, geez.... If it is not his favorite Asih, do not want to bother me from yesterday,” murmured Arkam. “Burn to where?”
“Let's waw. Where are you going?”
“Can his living?”
“Boro-boro..
“Hehe.... Another dating story with a memperpanin story, yes?”
“Pun paralun!” spray Akas, kind of hard.
Arkam continued to chuckle, forced Akas also follow. Just Plan.
“If you want, there is a vacancy in the bakery..” said Arkam, shortly after.
Akas who was looking down, looked up.
“Which bread factory?” he asked, enthusiastic.
Arkam said the bread factory in question. “Enci needs a financial administration person he said. It suits you, right?”
Akas also sparkled, “Truely this, Kang?”
“No, full of lies, hehehe.
“Ah, seritus dong? I'm hot again. Watch out for exploding.”
Arkam continued to chuckle for a while, then nodded.
“How to, Kang?” chase Akas.
“As you are, will you? But, don't ah. Later even shy.”
“Available will not, Kang.”
“So, want? Hehehe...”.
Akas nodded immediately.
“Totally?”
Akas nodded again.
“Keep, what should I say to me?” Arkam grimacing.
I reply grimacing, “Thank you, Kang Arkam Muharram, hehehe..”.
His cousin Asih's brother also chuckled.
Not waiting for tomorrow, Arkam invites Akas to meet the owner of the bakery tonight as he is. I'm asking for time to go home first. Appearance-worthy, all while preparing the standard file of job application. The brother invited because his sister was in mosque uniform, gloved and copying. He also went to the home of Kyai Sanusi, a former guard of the great wall of China.
“What is it?” arkam asked, looking at the blue map Akas was holding. After he dressed up handsome.
“Application file,” replied his sister.
“Hehehe..., try to see.”
Akas handed over the bundle of files. Arkam took a quick look while continuing to marble. “Nevent need to bring this. Enci said it needed people, not paper,”, he said, while putting the map on the table.
“Lho, this is the backer, Kang?”
“What support? Is it football? Already, once in a while obedient to me. Bring the brain with the same heart. Come...,” take Arkam, without hesitation.
“Not really need to be brought, nih?” Akas asked for affirmation.
Arkam nodded, reassuring.
Rusty scratching head. “Lha, Don't change clothes first?”
“Hehe.... Enci believed in me, partly because of this style. Take me, right? Kayak Kyai half-cooked.”
I grinned. lyeah, rather than nothing.
Then they go there. Akas does not take anything, just bring the brain and heart just like his brother said.
Friendly turns out Enci is the owner of this bakery. Akas was only asked the name and whether he really wanted to work in this factory. Already, that's all. No lengthy interviews. The rest, they talk freely. Arkam looked close, trusting each other with this fairly advanced Enci. Until he got home, there was no salary talk. Akas did not ask. Never mind, there must be a paycheck. How much-how up. That's better, than nothing.
“Tomorrow Mr. Kas start work, yes.” said Enci, when releasing them.
“Good, Ci. Direct to factory?”
“Meet me first here, later we both go there.”
Akas nodded.
They also came home. On the way, Arkam said, “Good, Cash. That's how he plays, hehehe..”.
“Main what heart?”
“Good you are not busy wondering salary.”
“Oo, why?”
“I forgot to tell you that Enci likes ngetes that way. He doesn't like people who haven't worked already noisier salaries. Enci does not care about school stories or diplomas. Let the school be great, if you can not work, be repaid. Not have a school, but the work is good, the salary does not hesitate. Take it easy, I know the picture of wages there. Not bad, sure not to lose from your salary working in the bank yesterday. That does not include more..”.
Mangosteen-grip. Thank goodness if it is so.
Silent moment.
“Kok you didn't ask me, anyway?” Arkam broke silent.
“Ask what?”
“How much is your income, so?”
“Lho? Said he was being playful?”
“Oo yes, forgot me, hehehe...,” Arkam chuckled.
Akas. Just slow.
